Twisted Fix

Fixated; Twisting, Twining Hairs (Which Must Be) Filled With Trillions Of Microbial Creatures, Swarming And Crawling Along The Infinite Strands Of My Extended Shell. Mutating And Conforming To Hive Mind InStructures Instructions, Spunn Into Fractal Cobwebs Of Zombified Life, Each Entity Within Cries Out In Blank Agony For It’s Forgotten Soul. But My Feet Shall Always Dance Upon The Sacred Ground, Beating The Rhythm Of Love And Eternal Hope Of Truth And Freedom.